Stand back momma and clear the floor And ring your bell, close the door I worked all week and I done alright The fat cat's on next Saturday night The drainpipe boogie, the shiny shoes The fat back shuffle, the union blues Don't cry momma, I love you still But that fat cat's playing on Blueberry hill
It's a fat night It's a fat night Now you're doing, you're doing well Come on momma, why don't you ring that bell It's a fat night
Hold on momma, you're going too fast Ease your motor, save your gas Take it easy, make it slow 'Cause the fat cat's got no place to go Watch out momma, I'm coming through So burn your book, I'm through to you I've worked all week, and I've done alright 'Cause that fat cat's playing, it's Saturday night Saturday night
It's gonna be a fat night It's a fat night Now you're doing, you're doing well You got the hammer, why don't you ring my bell It's a fat night, and we're doing alright It's a fat night, goodnight momma It's gonna be a fat nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
